Tuesday, 31 March 2009

Pew pew stew!

Dear logjournal-thingy.

A few days have gone since last update, but I´ve been so busy you see.. KILLING STUFF!

The new home I found in this pirating organization is perfect.
There is always someone that is on their way of to start some miscief, and everyone is friendly to a pirate-trainee such as myself, very helpful and forgiving.

The home system here is controlled by us, wich is something I´ve never seen in low-security space before.. there is always twenty or more of us in system, and if a lone straggler manages to venture in.. they do not last long.

I have had so many adventures and experiences my mind has not processed it all yet.. but Yar/Gok seems satisfied.

And ahh, the life of a pirate..
It is most awesome, the fellowship of a small gang, going out to hunt.
The elation when the comms verify a target found and tackled.
The thrill of combat and adrenaline, blocking all the crazy voices.
The sounds of my blasters discharging and the pleas of mercy from our victims.

I have not even lost a ship yet!
My trusty Incursus has several dents and bulletholes, but I keep them as merits of service..
He has survived many kills, and I have grown fond of him.. maybe I´ll store him away somewhere if he gets a few more..
As I am sure as I´ll become the most feared pirate in new eden, there will be plenty of collectors that would want to buy the famous pink-frigate that I killed my first victims in!
Especially proud of the drake it took down, with only the help of another frigate and a cruiser!
Another drake we killed were so impressed with us, we managed to convert him from his evil ways of shooting random belt-rats to the ways of the pirate!

The incursus does have his shortcomings though, and I am working on my abilities to fire autocannons to use on the Rifter I purchased.. so maybe the "pink incursus" will be retired soon.

The wicked wabbit of woe!

Friday, 27 March 2009

Me myself and Irene!

Sorry, that does not makes sense for anyone I suppose.
It is an old earth movie about a guy who has two personalities.

I only have one ofcourse, you think im crazy or something?

Well, there is the matter of the voices I hear, but it has a perfectly logical explanation!

It was back in my early days as a capsuleer, I worked for a corporation that was heavy into the mining and manufacturing.. but I had no such skills, so I was mostly sat on "hauler duty".

If it was not my corporation having me haul ore back and forth, it was various agents that had me deliver this to there and that to here.. I cannot believe I did it for the low pay they offered.

It was during a routine-run when I were to go up to the biggest marketplace in new eden to buy an expensive blueprint.. the dreaded "Jita" markethub was my goal.

Unfortunately my superiors said nothing about the route I should take, so I naturally had my navcomp map out the fastest rout there!
"hmm, a few lowsec jumps, should be no worries in my shuttle" i thought.
Unbeknownst to me, there is this "bottleneck" called Rancer that everyone should avoid, no matter what you fly.

So there I was, jumping from gate to gate and making good time.. until I warped to the gate in Rancer.

Normally you drop out of warp and space materilizes around you, with a billboard sign and the gate right infront of your cockpit-view..
Not so this time, all I remember was a blinding light and a burning wave of destruction hitting my ship the instant I arrived from warp.
Then it went black.

I awoke later, not sure how much later.. in pain and confusion.
I was in my pod, it was badly damaged and so was I.

From what I can gather the gate had huge battleships sitting with their gigantic smartbombs going off, wich had hit me the second I arrived, and vaporized my ship.
The blast had flung my pod far off into space, why it was not completely destroyed I do not know.
But I do know I would have been better off if it had.

I think I spent a week floating in that wreck of a pod, somehow kept alive by the few systems that worked, but no propulsion or communications did.

Space really is a lonely place, and if you think you would find it peaceful and tranquil to be drifting around aimlessly in a cold vast nothingness... you are wrong.

I was unable to move as much as a few inches without searing pain wrecking my body, and i became more or less paralyzed after a time.

But my mind worked.. and worked.. panic, fear, despair, contemplating the great mysteries of life.. thousands of emotions..words.. ideas and scenarios played out in my head, all at the same time.

After a while the mind shuts down I think.. but something kept it going.. running on empty so to speak, just barely enough to stay alive.

Now, you might think that I was rescued and treated back to health by some lucky chance.. but no.. I finally died. Had I been concious I would have welcomed it im sure.

Being a "pod-pilot" you have a clone waiting for you at a station of your choosing.. and had I simply died instantly when my ship blew up I would have woken up in my "new body" fully intact without any damage done.. well except my wallet.

But unfortunately in my case, the clones also manage to copy your memories until the time of death. -Dont ask me how this works, Link to an article here:
So now when I came to life again my body was in great shape, but my mind was not.

It took only a few days until the voices came.. first the giggling madman.. spoutin gibberish in his high-pitched voice.

Then the bloodthirsty one.. whispering.. only singular words or small suggestions at first.. but he grew louder.. and louder.

In my early days I oft lost control until I learned how they worked.
It seems the voices have a will and desires of their own, and if you do not indulge or suppress them now and then, they will manage to take over..
Only a short while, but I quickly learned that when waking up after a "memoryloss" always meant trouble.. Sometimes it was small things like a painted fingernail, another I had butchered and eaten someones pet.. The murders I do not want to think of.

But that is all in the past.
I have learned to live with my new "cellmates" Yar/Gok, and found a place where them and I might be accepted.
Where I can live out their crazy whims and maybe even make a few ISK doing so.

I have been accepted into the pirating academy of the Guristas associates, and settled into my new home.
Maybe next time, I can write down something about my adventures with my new fluffy wabbit fwiends.

Stay sane.

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

Highway to hell.

Must keep focus and shut out the voices, they were getting louder again.. not content on drifting aimlessly until I find my home and calling.
But now I know, I have a purpose!
An ad in the regionwide commchannels speak of an academy that will teach piracy.. that will train killers.. maybe they will take one as inexperienced as me? Surely they will see I have the heart for it!

Humm.. my cargohold is full of flashy ships, but what they seem to prefer is small cheap frigates.
Maybe I need to go sell my Brutix and get me a few of my favourite ship, the incursus.

Ugh, 30 jumps to their home system.. 3 jumps to Rens where I can pick up some........

It was three hours since I wrote my last note here.
I just woke up to see that "Gok" seems to have gone shopping for me.
He is crazy, but has a good heart.. it seems by the logs that he sold the Brutix for a pretty good sum.
But he did not buy Incursus ships, he bought these things:

I must admit it does have a resemblence.. but what shall I do with nine million units of these things!!! My cargo is full, I am broke.

Oh, and he seems to think that I needed a makeup now that I were to become a pirate.
I think it is supposed to resemble an old comic-book villain from earth.
I dont mind the makeup, but the scars on my face will remain until I get pod-killed and into my new clone.
I wonder if that will be sane? No, probably not.

Cute mmh?

Atleast life with these nutters in my head is not boring!
I will have to write down how it is that they are speaking to me, but I think it is best that I take some strong sleep drugs to make the journey without further incidents..
My trusty autopilot-cat will have to drive.
Great lad, we have much incommon.

Except he cannot fly a ship ofcourse, the computer does that.. but SOMEONE must sit at the helm.

No scratching my commander-chair, and stop looking at me like that!

Tuesday, 24 March 2009


Elation, relief and a sense of adventure fills me as I undock from the station.
My ship groans and shifts under the stress from the giant thrusters.
Minmatar design, what can you expect.. but to be fair, it is fully loaded.
All my belongings, ships and equipment, down to the smallest pocketknife, i have with me.

The voices are quiet now, contempt.. yes this is it, I might make it after all.
For too long have I sat in this station, waiting for something to happen!
The billboards, the endless adverts claiming that glory in battle was to be found in nullsec.
"we train you, we prepare you for a life of battle" they said.. among others.. empty words.

Let me explain.. I have.. certain needs. An accident involving a broken pod has left me with voices in my head, talking to me, screaming at me.. urging me.. it is a long story, but for now, know that if I do not give in to their whims, they get strong enough to "take over" and while I cannot remember what happens during those times, it cant be pretty.

So "Yar" as I have dubbed him, my darker chaotic side, demands explosions, mayhem.. chaos.
No medecines have quieted them, no remedies I have found, but to give in.
So when I read the ads I talked of, the ones of the chaotic life of nullsec.. I thought I had the answer to my problems.

They promised tutoring, roaming gangs of destruction and much more in preparation for what was to come.
I quickly realized that my bloodlust would not be sated, and by the time they would let me fly down there, I would be lost.
The one lesson they held was about the rules and regulations that was in effect in nullsec.. the supposedly chaotic environment seems completely the opposite!
I cant be a drone in a big hive! set on guard duty for a month or so before I can even test my wings!
The voices became louder.

So I leave. Last night my silly-crazy side, the one whispering the gibberish "Gok" had taken over and spray-painted my ship pink.

Also, my guns now seems to shoot bubbles.. this wont do.

The sun in this system hits my ship as it exits orbit around the nearby planet, the light fills me with hope, energy and purpose.
The universe shall burn.
When all is quiet in the aftermath of genocide, maybe I will find peace.

But how? where? I care not, just set the nav systems to a random spot far away.
"Yar" whispers something in that creepy voice about pirates.
Yes, I read some newsfeeds about "ebil pirates causing mayhem"
Maybe this is it?
The thought soothes me even further and even "Gok" stops his constant giggle and starts to sing.. quietly, with his child-like voice.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me...